Paroles de Undertaking the Overkilled

Molding a death-machine Inculcating an abhorrence of life The language of violence, so pure and clean The bleeding edge of existential strife In a world lit only by fire Defined solely by contours of pain Praises of death sung ever higher Madness begins to sound sane Undertaking the overkilled Sustained by the blood that they've spilled The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled Undertaking the overkilled A thin line between reason and violence Between derangement and sanity In cold blood, it festers in silence Internecine misanthropy These violent fantasies Encroaching by degrees Thoughts start to metastasize Carnage soon realized A conscience benumbed A spirit deafened and dumb Thoughts marching in time with the thrum Of the danse macabre your life has become Undertaking the overkilled Sustained by the blood that they've spilled The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled Undertaking the overkilled Thirsting for slaughter A ravening hunger for claret and gore Smelling blood in the water And desperately demanding more Phrenetic and rabid Decorum and empathy long since forgotten Your addiction so avid Unable to smell that it's you who've gone rotten Undertaking the overkilled Sustained by the blood that they've spilled The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled Undertaking the overkilled The overkilled